"Where's y/n?" Jonah read from the comments of the people on his live, "She's trying on dresses for our meet and greet tomorrow." Just as he said it, I came out in another dress.
"Jo, how do I look?"
"Y/n, that's like your sixteenth dress, you look beautiful whatever you- holy crap babe." Jonah's eyes widened.
"Is this ok?"
"That's perfect." Jonah nodded, biting his lip. "Oh god, you look so good."
"You're so cute, Marais." I laughed, turning to leave.
"Sorry, bye guys." Jonah ended the live, "Babe, don't go."
"I'm just going in the bathroom-," But Jonah cut me off by kissing me hard on the mouth.
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Ficțiune adolescențiվҽąհ, į Ӏօѵҽ ʍҽ ʂօʍҽ Ӏօѵҽ ąղժ ąƒƒҽçէìօղ. - - - - - short and sweet imagines.
